Mischief Not Managed

Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, Hogsmeade Village

Dedicated to NostalgicRose as she always beckoned me to finish this chapter and constantly gave me ideas when I ran out of it. She's technically a co-writer, but oh well. Raise the roof!

I do not own anything here, except for the characters that you do not recognize, as they belong to J.K. Rowling. Enjoy!

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It was the third Saturday of October, the set date for Hogwarts' students first ever Hogsmeade trip of the year. Students were huddled in groups as rumors of Zonko's Joke Shop's- "temporary" -closure over the summer spread like wild fire between clusters of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, Ravenclaws and Slytherins.

"I heard the Weasleys sold them out," whispered a fifth-year Hufflepuff. "Bit sad, really, but don't you think Zonko's was losing its touch, eh?"

The Great Hall was packed, as students patiently waited for their respective Head of House. Third- and fourth-years itched their way out of the hall; most had one hand held tightly onto a sack while the other had a signed permission slip. Higher years, on the other hand, looked rather lame and drained compared to their younger counterparts.

Professor Gregory Chamberlain, Head of Gryffindor house, asked them to form a single file on the Courtyard before stepping out of the school premises. He was a young-looking wizard who usually wore vivid red robes (Go Gryffindor Lions!) with a pointy hat to match it with. He treated students fairly although he sometimes awarded Gryffindor a whole lot of points. Replacing Minerva McGonagall when she stepped up as Headmistress, most students were awkwardly reminded of the stories their parents had retold over and over again. The story of a shameless Gilderoy Lockhart. They shared similar physical characteristics, but extremely differed in their mannerisms.

"-was here, Professor! I had it in my hand!" Lily Potter explained, looking as if she was going to cry. "Sir, my father signed it! You can ask James or Albus-!"

Sir Chamberlain didn't even look fazed. "No slip, no leaving. I'm sorry, Potter, but rules are rules. Next!"

Lily walked away, intentionally bumping into her older brother.

"What was that for, Luna?" James asked the noticeably shorter Potter with his usual smirk.

"Thanks for stealing my permission slip. Dad will so hear about this. I wonder how he'll react if he accidentally finds out how the precious map got lost." She said casually, skipping away.

Fred's gaze followed the red-head, still listening as James continued talking about the coming Quidditch match.

"-anyway, Ravenclaw Scamander already booked the pitch for this week. Tell the team that we'll practice next week. The whole week, every night."

Fred groaned. "You tell them that. You're team captain. Just because you're captain, doesn't mean you can boss me around, James."

"Fine," he simply said, moving a step forward.

Moments later, they were on their way to Hogsmeade Village, joking about how they could just sneak out knicks and knacks from the shops with the number of kids jam packed in them. Especially the Weasley shop.

"D'you reckon we'd be able to carry all those things back to the dormitory without getting caught?" James asked as they neared the shops. Fred could already hear the jolly chatter from afar.

He smiled deviously and shrugged. "I reckon we've planned and done worse, or should I say, better things than that."

And then, without any warning of any sort, they both landed on the ground with a soft thud; Fred and James casted a short glance at each other before looking up at the one or ones who pushed them. There stood their friends, though two of them were technically family. They looked down at them with a sympathetic smile: Natalie, Albus and Rose. All five of them laughed, as James and Fred got up with Albus and Natalie's help.